Rhymes for the NurseryGeorge S. Appleton, 1849 - 189 pàgines |
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164 CHESTNUT 25 cents AMUSEMENT APPLETON'S JUVENILE PUBLICATIONS AUTHORS OF ORIGINAL blue bread BREAKFAST FOR GROWLER bright brought papa home bye bye clothes Cowslips daisies dear boys dear mamma DESIGNS BY CROOME Dobbin Dolly ductions ENGRAVED BY CROOME fret GEORGE grass happy head idle ILLUSTRATED WITH NUMEROUS ILLUSTRATED WITH SIXTEEN INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS jenneting kiss KITTEN little birds little child LITTLE GIRL Little lady Little lark look MARIA EDGEWORTH meadows merry tune MICHAELMAS morning mother naughty Growler nest never nice night NOSEGAY NUMEROUS ENGRAVINGS NURSERY Original Poems Peeping PHILADELPHIA play play with fire pleasant pray PRETTILY ILLUSTRATED pretty flower Price 25 Price 50 cents RHYMES round shines sing a merry sleep snails SNOWDROP stand Story Book sweet tears tell There's to-day twinkle UNCLE JOHN'S STORY Volume 16mo Volume square 16mo warm yellow
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Pàgina 24 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Pàgina 82 - True, it seems a pleasant thing To nip the daisies in the spring ; But many chilly nights I pass On the cold and dewy grass, Or pick a scanty dinner, where All the common's brown and bare. Then the farmer comes at last, When the merry spring is past, And cuts my woolly coat away, To warm you in the winter's day: Little master, this is why In the pleasant fields I lie.
Pàgina 60 - And thought her the very best friend that he had; And now to neglect or forsake her, he knew Was the most wicked thing he could possibly do. For he was quite healthy, and active, and stout, While his poor mother hardly could hobble about, And he thought it his duty, and greatest delight, To work for her living from morning to night. So he...
Pàgina 78 - Come, every one of you, and laugh : For, only think, he runs away If honest donkey does but bray ! And when the bull begins to bellow, He's like a crazy little fellow. Poor Brindle cow can hardly pass Along the hedge, to nip the grass, Or wag her tail to lash the flies, But off...
Pàgina 124 - DEAR mother/' said a little fish, " Pray is not that a fly? I'm very hungry, and I wish You'd let me go and try." " Sweet innocent," the mother cried, And started from her nook, " That horrid fly is put to hide The sharpness of the hook.
Pàgina 68 - I'll thank you oft, For this comfortable bed, And this pretty pillow soft, Where I rest my little head. I shall sleep till morning light, On a bed so nice as this ; So, my dear mamma, good night, Give your little girl a kiss.
Pàgina 43 - DANCE, little baby, dance up high, Never mind, baby, mother is by ; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There, little baby, there you go ; Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round ; Dance, little baby, and mother will sing, With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.
Pàgina 24 - And often through my curtains peep ; . For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky.
Pàgina 5 - THANK you, pretty cow, that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread, Every day, and every night, Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank, Growing on the weedy bank \ But the yellow cowslips eat, They will make it very sweet.
Pàgina 115 - I'm grieved to see That you can so ill-tempered be ; You make your fault a great deal worse, By being angry and perverse. . Oh, how much better 'twould appear To see you shed a humble tear, And then to hear you meekly say,